Lyrics:
to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
Ladies you are now tuned into the very best
Sho' Nuff songs
Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy
Rick Rizzle
M-I-YAYO
Candy all in
baby whats up for tonight (sup baby deal with me)
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I need you baby
Riding with that sucker Not a good look
Not
I'm back tHUG LIFE baby
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
fuck me in no G4
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Buss)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (BIA, BIA)
Look, see, I inflated
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause
[Hook w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do
[Diddy:]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe
bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rick Ross:]
Hello good morning tell me
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
leave me pissed me off (ooh)
Diamonds heavy husky like my jeweler name was Rick Ross (Yyah)
I'm gettin' up while you gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah)
Poppin'
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out hte ass, no shit mouth
When I'm at the bank don't keep score
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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